Here I stand before you,

giving you all that I have inside.

Before you, I stand

with my hands outstretched to you.

What will you do?

Will you take this love I have,

or will you turn your back?

Here I stand—my heart beats,

blood flows through my veins.

My mouth shapes the words

that my soul has shaded.

It seeps through my skin,

blending into the air

as you just stand and stare.

Here I stand before you.

Will you teach me,

or shall you preach

the reason why not?

As I stand here, weary and damaged,

my walls begin to crumble.

All the wrongs—will they become right?

In this moment, will time continue,

or will it stop

alongside my heart and soul?

Once hidden behind the veneer,

now it is open—

ever so vulnerable.